Electra
You are right. O Lady Night,
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giver of sleep to hard-working mortals, come from Erebus, come, wing your way to the palace of Agamemnon.
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For with misery and woe we are lost, we are gone. There! that noise again! Be still, be still, and keep the sound of your voice
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away from his couch; let him enjoy his sleep in peace, my dear!